The past few weeks have been extremely odd for the daemons in my mind.
I have never been a creature extremely adept at human interactions. At one point earlier in my life I cared so little about them that I neglected them with a passion – for what good were interactions with others if there was nothing I could get from them? There was no point in talking or doing anything with anyone if I could not obtain some sort of immediate result from such exchanges.
Later in my life I figured that those interactions I decided to ignore were not only important to my development as a person, but they were also useful in my road through earth as a human: By talking with others I could get what I wanted, and by talking with others I could obtain simpler things such as affection, pleasure, love, and company through my friends and family. This eventually evolved into a much different purpose (other than almost entirely manipulating people) that was an exaggeration of the idea of friendship: I tried to be liked by as many people as possible to reduce the risk of being hated (and therefore harmed) by anyone. I was a nice person to my friends and even went as far as trying to be nice to those who irrevocably detested me.
And it somehow worked.Continue reading Something New Has come...